I asked Grace’s description. She answered: “Erotic, complicated, he rivaled his own characters.” Not that she didn’t partake, understand.

Like one night. Big bowl of high-grade cocaine. Bimbette with a chalkboard teaching 40 guests oral sex. Bingo. Group climax. Happy folks then sorted out their clothes.

This sweet little memoir’s getting a movie deal. It will not grab the Vatican’s blessing.

COME May, Penguin cranks out George Lopez’s blab-all, “I’m Not Gonna Lie: And Other Lies You Tell When You Turn 50.” So why?

Lopez: “Newly single, I’ve spent 49 years to say goodbye to a decade that included kidney transplant and divorce. And looking at childhood friends who are now bald or overweight, it hit me. I was old.”

Big with the Spanish-language media, dating younger ladies, this most influential Hispanic has 1.7 million Twitters, 7.9 million Facebookers and, following his hot English-language TV series about Latin America, knows how to make a peso.

PLUS July brings Mike Tyson, whose mouth now moves faster than his fists. He did Broadway, did “Hangover” movies, did some Animal Planet thing on his pigeons, started a clothing company and a film production company, was born in a ghetto, earned $400 million, blew it all — and soon “Undisputed Truth,” his first book.

Felon, vegan, champ, addict, wild husband to Robin Givens, ear biter off Evander Holyfield, he promises to tell as much “all” as he can cram on 368 pages. Publisher is Blue Rider Press.

ABOUT that inauguration. We know Himself danced, but maybe didn’t know that at one point it was a sort of victory jig in the middle of a circle. Despite no pics allowed, a staffer did grab a shot, which some eyes have seen.

More. Rosario Dawson and Will.I.Am took their mommies to a party for Latinos at Josephine, where Rosario announced the government must fight for gun control, immigration and health care.

One more. Jamie Foxx in the Convention Center green room had a heart-to-heart about his “Django Unchained.” He said: “My children came on the set and were able to see firsthand the history of America’s slavery. It was a thrilling experience.”

SO, forget that Beyoncé’s fakola shot at “The Star-Spangled Banner” was recorded. It was re-created. Notes emerged that were never written. Riffs got added that weren’t known to the composer. This was like our national anthem by Francis Scott off-Key.

Which brings up Benjamin Franklin’s very bon mot: “To err is human, to repent divine, to persist devilish.”

ATHINA Onassis is the late Aristotle Onassis’ granddaughter. Her husband is South American polo player Doda de Miranda. Like, naturally. One of the planet’s richest females, she’ll marry a garment worker? I don’t think so. She and Doda, who came in second at the Mar-a-Lago Grand Prix, live in Brazil. Like, naturally. You figure they should make do in some studio rental over a Bronx deli?

Anyway, with horses and entourage, they’re in Wellington, the polo world just west of Palm Beach, for the Equestrian Festival. One of Athina’s horses made a few bucks worth of winnings.

ABOUT going nude in a movie? Leelee Sobieski: “Sure. If you couldn’t see my boobs, butt or lower area.”. . . Julianne Moore: “In a locker room, we all look alike. A bunch of people standing around in the flesh don’t really look like much of anything.”. . . Helen Mirren on taking her kit off: “Happy to walk around topless. Not a care in the world who sees me.”